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“She was a nice pretty little piece of ass,” Dub commented as they pitched and rolled along the trail. “Not real educated, but I ‘spect she was too scared to concentrate.”
“How long you plan to leave ‘er there, Dub?” Tommy asked.
“Aw, hell,” Dub shrugged. “I gotta go fishin’ with the judge. I guess soon as we get back to town and I drop y’all off I’d have no way of knowin’ if you two hustle on back there and ‘rescue’ her. Y’all could take her up to the old huntin’ cabin by the lake. How would I know?”
They all chuckled. “How long we gonna keep her there?” Ricky-boy asked.
“‘Til y’get tired of ‘er, I guess. A week, maybe two. Then y’all can drop her off at the bus station in Pittston with a little of ‘er luggage back and just enough money for a ticket out. I don’t think she’ll be t
